I made to turn away, but she grabbed my arm, her grip firm but gentle. I spun around, glaring at her.
"Let go," I snarled. "Before I—"
"You'll what, Aaliyah?" Her gaze burned into mine, a challenge in the darkening blue depths.
"Nothing," I spat, and yanked my arm free.
I started to walk away again, but Lydia stepped in front of me. "This isn't over," she whispered, her breath hot against my lips.
I glared at her, furious at her audacity. But before she could say another word, I grabbed her face, pulling her into a kiss with a raw ferocity that made her gasp.
Lydia's lips moved against mine, and though her touch still burned my soul, I didn't stop. I couldn't, not when all I could taste was her.
With a growl, I tore my mouth away and shoved her against the garden wall. Our breathing was ragged, the silence between us thick with the unspoken.
